I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

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For some of us, loss of trust is a deep existential threat to heart
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed
At what point does a president become a dictator to be impeached?
Dear FBI, NSA and all three-letter agencies: ‘We don’t trust you guys’
If romantic love is real and true, does it never really fade away?
Nelson Mandela overcame anger at oppression to become a wise hero
Grow veggies in your own yard? ‘You’re heading to jail, you criminal’